The Transatlantic Rescue
Last month, as usual, we made the annual Richter Family Pilgrimage to Franklin Square to play Drunk Mini Golf. I looks a little something like this:…
Of Hope Chests and Circles
I’ve spent the past two days cutting out circles of silver paper. Why? Well, partially because of Pinterest. I saw this and thought, “That’s cute. And…
Hard to Say What it is I See in You…
I know that marriage is about compromise (or finding creative solutions, or win/win scenarios or whatever the current non-compromise buzz words happen to be) and that…
The Wedding Song Blues
When you’re planning a wedding, it’s good to keep your fiancés online dating profile close at hand. This way, when the subject of your first dance…
Riding a Bike is Just Like… Riding a Bike
Sometimes I have good ideas, like: I’m at my parent’s beach rental, its Labor Day weekend and this would be the perfect day for an early…
Travel Bloopers Friday Goes to Italy… Without Shoes
Okay, I’m tired of making fun of myself. I’d like to get back to making fun of my little brother if you don’t mind. (Sorry Tech…
Black and White and Wet all over
Okay, I would like to state, for the record, that I have gone an entire week without posting anything wedding-related. I also told PIC that we…
“The Poisonwood Bible” by Barbara Kingsolver
Sometimes, when I read a good book, I find myself seriously freaking out. It’s like, “How have I lived this long without having read this book…
His Love of BJs
My fiancé is obsessed with BJs. And no, I’m not talking about the sexual act. I’m talking about the store. The damn bulk warehouse store. I,…
Menstrual Cups: The Ultimate Feminist Travel Accessory
I like to live on the edge. Which is why I decide that the day I’m wearing a string bikini on my first international holiday with…
Travel Blooper Friday: My Brooklyn Disappearing Act
With the start of the school year just around the corner (thanks for reminding me, Target, and every other retail establishment in America), I thought today…
The First of the Bridal Nightmares…
They’re starting: the pre-wedding nightmares. I’m told this is all part of the process, but still: already? PIC and I are in St. Maarten for crying…
Kat Echevarría Richter 